The Тёлки. Два года спустя, или Videotы

Thanks & regards людям, которые инспирировали рождение некоторых героев этого романа

Андрею Рывкину

Ирине Петровой

Фуаду Ибрагимбекову

Денису Попову

Анатолию Тупицыну

Петру Гуленко

Роберту Минасяну

Жоре Павленишвили и People

@ Padla production poker club:

Мише Семизу

Ованесу Баграмову

Leave me dreaming on the bed
See you right back here tomorrow
For the next round
Keep this scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
The swelling goes down
And if you’re ever around
In the city or the suburbs
Of this town
Be sure to come around
I’ll be wallowing in sorrow
Wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Placebo. Pierrot the Clown

Maybe, maybe it’s the clothes we wear
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in your hair
Maybe it’s our kookiness?
Or maybe, maybe it’s our nowhere towns
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds
Maybe it’s our looseness?
But we’re trash, you and me
We’re the litter on the breeze
We’re the lovers on the streets
Just trash, me and you It’s in everything we do It’s in everything we do…

Suede. Trash